All Chapters of A Forbidden Night With The Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Darian Wolfe Night enveloped me as I pressed against the balcony railing, the cool metal biting into my palms. Three stories high, the city stretched out below me, a glittering web of lights that defied the darkness churning inside. I had no reason to be here, lurking around Maria's office building like a specter, but I couldn’t stay away. Her voice floated up through the open window, tangled with Naomi's—sharp, accusing, and raw. "He was here. Just now, wasn't he?" Naomi's voice cut through the air, a slight tinge of betrayal creeping into her tone. I pictured her, arms folded, eyes probing Maria, demanding explanations Maria could not give without breaking. My chest tightened, a spark of guilt igniting beneath the cold determination I had honed for so long. Maria's response was a whispered tremble, too soft to make out, but I didn’t need to hear it. I did not care. I shifted; the balcony creaked under me as I peered into the night. Naomi's voice rose, becoming more cutting.

Darian Wolfe I sit in my penthouse, feeling the city’s energy. The skyline rises sharply against the night sky. My fingers rest on my phone, and its light creates shadows on my desk. Viper's name stares back at me, a lifeline to control in a world spinning out of my grasp. I had left the wallet on Maria's desk with intention, a GPS tracking device and mic concealed inside, an unblinking ear to her every move. She was supposed to pick it up, bring my eyes and ears into her life, but Naomi—shit, that bitch—swiped it out from under me. My jaw clenches, the leather of the chair squeaking as I call Viper. "Boss," his voice comes through, sharp and corporate. "What's the plan?" "Naomi's got the wallet," I growl, my voice low, laced with irritation. "She's in my way, sniffing too close. Put a trap out—something to keep her busy, distracted. I don't care how just make sure she's out of action for a while. We need to take her down so she stops getting in our way. And in the meantime, I

Naomi VelezThe bar throbbed with a low, gritty sound. Neon lights flickered over sticky floors, and the air was thick with cigarette smoke and a sense of hopelessness.I moved through the crowd, my boots hitting the wooden floor, my eyes focused on Viper in the corner. There he was, hunched over a laptop, his geeky frame a stark contrast to the surrounding chaos—high cheekbones, tousled hair, that smirking smile I’d seen in his company photo. Darian’s tech expert. My ticket to unraveling the mess Maria was drowning in.My heart raced as I felt a heavy weight in my chest. I have always protected Maria since we were kids—standing up for her and keeping dangers away. Now, she was getting lost in Darian Wolfe’s world, and I had pushed her into that gala night, into his circle. I felt guilty, a constant ache inside me. This was my chance to make things right, to find out Darian’s secrets and bring her back from trouble. Viper was the key, and I would get the information from him, no matte

Maria Reyes The phone pressed into my palm, its plastic edge uncomfortable as I sat on the corner of my mahogany desk. My office felt stifling today. On the line was my father, Hector Reyes, barking his usual orders, his voice cutting through the calm I had built here. "Maria, the bodyguards stay. You’re a Reyes, not just a therapist. Your safety is not up for discussion." I squeezed my eyes shut, my free hand in a fist. "Father, this is my workplace. My clients today are anxious about seeing armed guards in the hall. Their eyes dart around, their voices drop, and they feel uncomfortable. Why should a therapist need protection like she’s part of a crime family?" "You’re not just a therapist," he snapped, his tone firm and unyielding. "You carry the Reyes name. That comes with responsibilities and dangers." His words hit me hard and stirred up the resentment I had felt for years. Responsibilities. Dangers. Always the same reasons that tied me to his empire, his legacy. My jaw t

Naomi VelezAfter Viper left, the silence felt heavy and hard to bear, making it hard for me to breathe. I sat on the floor with my back against the bed, feeling stuck. My breaths were quick and uneven, and my chest tightened with fear.How did I mess things up so badly? My plan was to get close to Viper, uncover Darian, and save Maria. Now, it seemed like everything had fallen apart, leaving me trapped in this dark room. Panic ate at me, cold and persistent, but I squeezed my fists, making my nails dig into my palms until it hurt."Focus, Naomi. Think." I needed to find a way out, a weakness to use.I scanned the room: sealed windows, no phone, no escape. A plate of salmon and rice sat on the nightstand, steam curling up. I grabbed it, the ceramics warm in my hands, and forced down bites—salty fish and sticky rice—knowing I needed the energy. It tasted like defeat, but Maria was depending on me. Doubt crept in. Viper was dangerous, not just clever. Had I underestimated him? What if M